The Distant Cartograph
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a fine, persistent mist that turned the gravel road into a slurry of grey mud. Sergeant Elias Thorne sat in the back of the truck, his hands resting on his knees, watching the world blur through the dirty glass. Beside him, his brother, Major Julian Thorne, sat with the rigid posture of a man who had long since stopped believing that comfort...
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